Heron Lake Plateau We might fall in love- or fall apart

Last post for Qui I think!

Dragging Screech along was annoying, it felt like they went on forever, even though they obviously had an end point somewhere.  The longer it took, the more Quixote thought that Screech was totally a moron and wondered why they bothered, but then again, Quixote was probably pulling the most weight so maybe he was just slowly getting tired.  Eventually they got there, so it was time to dump Screech since from his understanding, that was about all they could do, anyway.

He was, however, quick to get out of the way.  It wasn't like there was likely much room down there, so once Screech was dumped in the feathery bed, Quixote headed back out to wait for Raven.  And slightly mope about the fact it was obvious Niamh was way better at catching birds than he was. Harumph.  Whatever.  He plopped himself outside the entry, peering in from outside just in case he was summoned back in.  Quixote was pretty useless now that the physical labor was done.